About the Poems
by Molly Tenenbaum
“My Tender Heart": My best friend advised me to indulge in the tenderest parts of my heart, which at the time was paining me. By the way, I do know the very best Subaru mechanic, if any Seattle Subaru-owners out there need a recommendation. My heart, if not a fruit-filled pastry (I can recommend some good bakeries too) might be, if I’m lucky, one of those rattly old cars he keeps going forever.
“My Dress”: I couldn’t stop thinking about a dress I saw in a store window on my way home from Vancouver B.C. on a Sunday morning, when the store was closed. It had a simple black V-neck sleeveless top, and a gathered skirt where small and large black capital and lowercase letters galloped about on an ivory silk background. I still want that dress, even after more than a year.
"My Fitful Aubade," and "Fall Aubade, with Window and Buzz": Mornings can be very confusing. But anyway, my library hold on Never Done: A History of American Housework, by Susan Strasser (Pantheon Books, 1982) did finally come in.
"My My-ness": Perhaps a redeeming quality of selfishness is that it can be amusing. I know I had fun talking to my friends and finding out what they absolutely hate to share.